Stories of the Best & Worst of Humanity Through the Eyes of Those Trying to Save It

Starting tomorrow, I will drive in one direction, at the discretion of my Facebook voters, and write as I go. Each day may be a different direction, or more of the same…yours to say. This will be how I keep myself occupied until my film gets funded, my book gets sold or I get a [...][Continue Reading...]

My season in southeastern New Mexico is brief, January to June. I’m tolerable, only 35 miles per hour on average. I’m gusty, up to gale force. I’m penetrating, driving the sand through cracks in windows and the tiny spaces around doors. No house here is impermeable to me. I move things here. I move the [...][Continue Reading...]

I’ve known of it since I toddled. Taught by mother and father to respect it. I’ve seen it, small and climbing the wick, flickering behind the grate, crackling in a ring of stones, blowing sideways across the Llano Estacado, racing up the flumes and chimneys of pinon and mesquite or licking the ceilings and blacking [...][Continue Reading...]

A rifle shot. That’s what it sounds like when one of the icebergs stranded in our bay cracks apart, dropping a house-sized chunk into the sea. This place is so big and so hard that there is virtually no echo here. Your own shout never comes back to you. But the crack of tons of [...][Continue Reading...]

It’s coming. The signs are everywhere. You only need look closely to see the changes. The sun is marching further south, setting a dozen or so minutes earlier each night. There is a ridge of mountains across the fjord to our west. When we first arrived, the sun would dip below our jagged horizon in [...][Continue Reading...]

Things are hard here. Just walking is hard. Hiking is step by step tenuous and tentative. This is the above water portion of a glacial fjord, so the terrain is steep and rocky. There is almost no topsoil because there are no trees to create leaf litter. There are boulders with clingy, low lying vegetation [...][Continue Reading...]

“Aw, it’s cute.” My first thoughts of our Dehaviland Dash 8 Turboprop. We are finally, after 24 hours of travel, on the definitive leg of the trip. Air Greenland is our host. Our attendant this time is obviously Inuit Native. Were you to place here in scrubs in the halls of the Alaska Native Medical [...][Continue Reading...]

This is an excerpt from a short blog I kept, four years ago now, as I grieved a close friend who died in the line of duty in a helicopter crash. He was a firefighter, a paramedic, a leader and a few weeks away from becoming a father for the first time. I share a [...][Continue Reading...]

This is an excerpt from a short blog I kept, four years ago now, as I grieved a close friend who died in the line of duty in a helicopter crash. He was a firefighter, a paramedic, a leader and a few weeks away from becoming a father for the first time. I share a [...][Continue Reading...]

If there’s something I take from Jerome, Arizona, it’s the same thing I take from each of these towns: ghosts. All of them, gold mines, copper mines, silver towns, coal mountains, fishing camps, logging woods, have the same sense of spirit. I don’t mean spirituality. I mean spirit. I don’t mean joie de vivre, I [...][Continue Reading...]